Fengtian past events

Asai was the guy who saved Boss Meng from being humiliated by those bastards.Asai's official title is "Captain". I don't know whether he is the captain of the gendarmerie or the captain of the police. I guess he is more respectable because he is the gendarmerie. can have.

I figured out what it meant for Asai to take Boss Meng away.

Since I had never met Asai, and no one introduced us to each other, it was inappropriate to go to Boss Meng rashly, so I left the interrogation room.It was time to get off work, and now that Zheng Xueshi and Boss Meng's matter had been dealt with, it was almost time for Liu Guoqing to be locked up.I haven't seen him since I went to Shanghai, and I don't know if he is round or flat. I remember it very much, so I stopped hiding and ran to his house.

There were two Japanese soldiers standing guard at the gate of Liu Guoqing, but they did not carry guns. It is estimated that Liu Guoqing's identity as a non-Japanese police station clerk was taboo. on a bustling commercial street.

I showed my ID and didn't encounter too many obstacles. I wonder if Narita made it easier for me. In short, when I appeared in front of Liu Guoqing, he dragged me into the room.

I smiled and said, "Think of me that much?"

He frowned: "When did you come back? Haven't you received any news? I'm under house arrest. If you dare to come here, don't you die?"

I sneered and said, "I am a big idiot, I have no eyes or ears, so I don't know what good things you have done these days? You can't do it yourself, so you have the guts to teach me?"

"Why is your mouth so—"

"—Smelly?" He choked on me, he was so damn happy, "If you don't taste it yourself, how can you know the smell?"

Without waiting for him to recover, he pressed the back of his head, his lips were pressed together tightly, and his tongue invaded his mouth with ease. He seemed to be a little angry, his tongue was dry and there was no moisture.

Let go of his mouth, come to his ear and whisper softly: "Does it stink?"

He glanced at me and muttered, "I'm used to it."

Lao Tzu took a look at his head and said, "If you know how to be a human being, everyone wants to save you, but you also fell into the river in the end, right? You deserve it! As soon as Lao Tzu comes back, he will wipe your ass with you, and if you come back Next time, you might as well go home and farm!"

He was quite surprised: "It's all solved?"

"The little bastard from Mr. Luo's family was taken back. Boss Meng didn't come out, but was taken away by a newcomer named Qianjing. I just came back, and I haven't seen Qianjing, so it's not easy to ask for someone, but you are fine. , the two watchdogs outside won’t be able to stay for a few days.”

"Boss Meng was taken away?"

"You're just a mud bodhisattva right now, take care of yourself and save those moths." I said, kicking him, "Stop nagging, go cook."

When I was cooking, I also gave a helping hand, and by doing so, I built more firewood. After a lot of dry firewood, it was already late at night when the flag died down. I was dizzy from hunger, my back hurt from exhaustion, and I was trembling with anger: " It's almost done! I'm fucking feeding you a white-eyed wolf with all my old bones!"

He was out of breath, took a rest for a while, turned over, and the two of them were sweating all over their heads and bodies.I tugged at the scattered military uniform on my body, and couldn't help cursing.He drank a cigarette, put on his underpants and wandered to the kitchen, and asked me to come out for dinner after a while.

I also wandered into the kitchen with a cigarette in my mouth, noodles again.

He brought out two bowls, his bowl had an egg, mine had a few pieces of braised pork, and looking at his, there was no piece of meat.

He said: "Rice is too expensive, and you brought this white flour a few years ago."

Puffed out the cigarette, snorted, and threw a few pieces of braised pork into his bowl: "I'm not picky, next time I'll just order corn batter and some pickles."

He threw the meat back: "That thing is not very filling."

I threw the meat back again: "We won't be hungry again."

He was about to throw it back again, but I pinned it with my chopsticks. He sighed and said, "You don't have to let me, you can't eat eggs, just eat more meat."

"I don't want to eat today." He drank the soup while speaking.He patted his stomach contentedly and yawned, but he didn't want to go to sleep, so he nestled in the chair and watched Liu Guoqing come in and out to clean up the dishes.

Doing nothing, just looking at him like this, I can see the end of time.

He was thinner than before he left, and his hair grew longer. He was under house arrest and could not cut his hair.He still looks good with short hair and looks energetic.

I smiled and said, "Cut your head?"

He didn't look back, and the voice came slowly: "Can you cut it?"

"I've cut it for my younger brother before. It's not good, but it's not too bad."

He wiped the bowl dry and put it in the cupboard, then poked his head out: "Have you cut it for your little sister?"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense, chirping and whining like an old woman, in a word, cut it or not?"

"Cut!" He washed his hands, shook them, and went out of the kitchen, "If I say no to cut, you can grind all night."

"Who are you talking about? Sit down—oh wait a minute, go get the scissors first."

Busily talking about cutting his hair, a man's hair can be cut as soon as it is cut, how bad can it be?I don't think this is a fucking technical job, his hair is still thick, and the strands of hair are as dense as the branches on Dongling Mountain.

He didn't know it at all. Seeing that I hadn't moved, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'd better shave you," I said after thinking about it. "It's going to be summer soon, so shave to cool off."

His face turned green, and my face turned red. We looked at each other for a long time, and he said, "How did you cut it for your little brother before?"

"At that time, he was bare-bottomed, and he didn't have much hair on his body, so he just shaved it clean. Your hair is too thick, which affects my performance."

He sighed, waved his hand, and smashed the jar: "Shave it, shave it," he added, "I really hope I can be locked up for a few more days."

Shaving is simple, just two or three strokes, and the top of the head is shiny, like a light bulb.I couldn't help laughing out loud, and knocked on the top of his head a few times, and it was still ringing.

He stroked the hairless top of his head, his expression was not good.

I said: "That's good, spirit, you have a good foundation, no matter how much you toss, it looks good."

He glared at me: "Why don't you shave to cool off?"

"I'm afraid of the cold."

"Pull it down, who is still kicking the quilt for three or nine days?"

"Isn't that going to sleep with you? Of course I'm very angry."

This answer seemed to make him feel happy, he snorted coldly, stopped fussing about the hair issue, and said, "Go and squint for a while, you have to go to the police station in the morning."

"Let's go, let's go together."

He looked at my military uniform that couldn't cover my body, and said, "Your body is useless, I'll get you mine, and you can change into it tomorrow."

This is not the first time he wears his military uniform. His suit is a bit tight, but you can't tell unless you look carefully.

Pinch his chin and raise it up. With such a bald head, no matter how rare it is, it is not enough: "If you have a wife like this, what more can you ask for from a husband."

He raised his eyebrows: "Are you the wife?" He put his arms around my waist and pressed my stomach with one hand.Neither of us took a shower afterward, and his ejaculation on the heel of the leg was all dry, and it was not very comfortable. When he pressed it, some sticky stuff flowed out from behind.I frowned, endured it, and listened to him continue, "I feed so much every time, when will I have a little Ningning?"

It was embarrassing for anyone to hear their daughter's name at such a moment.Grinding his teeth, he grinned at him and said, "It sounds like the real thing. If I didn't let you, do you think you have a chance to be on top? Don't be modest, washing clothes and taking children to cook these bitch jobs, you are better than me good."

"I feel sorry for my daughter-in-law."

"If you weren't my daughter-in-law, I would wipe your ass in a hurry."

He chuckled, and buried his head in my waist like a baby, with the bright top of his head exposed, and said in a muffled voice: "You have a wife, so I don't want to be your wife, I just want you to be me young married woman."

I pursed the corner of my lower lip, and after a while, said slowly: "She is my wife, and you are my wife."

He buried his head deeper, as if resisting.

"Don't you also have a wife?" I said.

He seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then looked up.

As soon as this topic started, I thought of Feng Xu in Shanghai—she should be in Beiping now.

Looking at Liu Guoqing again, I don't want to talk about Feng Xu and Bai Chongshan. I just want to confirm whether Feng Xu is Liu Guoqing's wife. Although the answer is already in front of me, without Liu Guoqing's own admission, I will always feel a little bit fantasy.

Pushing him away, moved a chair and sat down, lit another cigarette, took two puffs, and asked with a mouthful of smoke: "You husband and wife have been separated for a long time, are you not worried?"

He didn't want to answer this question, reluctantly said: "She has her business."

I shook my head and said with a smile, "Nowadays, all women have become men. In the past, there was only one Hua Mulan, which was terrible. Now, most of them are Hua Mulan."

He nodded and said, "No."

"From the photos, your wife is also a Mulan."

He fell silent again and said nothing.

I pretended not to care and said, "Couldn't it be the same as my wife, a former noble daughter?"

He changed his posture: "No, she and I both grew up in the alley. When we grew up, we got married naturally."

"Is she staying in Beiping to serve your parents?"

He took a deep breath: "...Don't talk about her, go to sleep."

"What's her name?"

He was taken aback again.

But I was secretly annoyed, facing him, I lost all calmness and rationality, and I was only eager for an answer.But the words have been uttered, like water poured out, there is absolutely no reason to take them back, so we have to wait for his reply.

He was stunned and asked back, "What's your wife's name?"

Instead I was stunned.

Ma'am...is ma'am.

"It's really ruthless." His eyes were as gentle as broken peach petals, and his voice was also soft. When it fell on me, it suddenly became a heavy stone. "Is it true that one day you will forget my name?"

I think of the pseudonym that came so easily in Shanghai.

"No," I said, "if I forget mine, I won't forget yours."

He smiled slightly, "Me too."

The author has something to say: Parallel World Theater

6: Yige, when are you going to give birth to me? (hard work)

1: I am really sorry for the surname given by my ancestors... (Nei Niu Man Mian)

— three months later —

1: What the hell are you doing! ! (drop test sheet)

6: ...Fuck me, can a wish come true if I'm so clever? !Then I want a daughter, okay! !

—seven months later—

6: Come Ning Ning, this is my younger sister, you have to take her to play in the future.

1: Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and feed me, I can't handle it! (busy)

6: Yi Ge, why do you think my wish is so effective?

1: Who knows where you were taken by that cute and distorted author?

6: Then let me make another wish.

——May 1945, 8——

Japan surrenders.

[This is candy =W=]